It’s Good To Be An Earthling.

This world we deem to name, explore,

Is fascinating to it's core.

In trees, marsupials can roar...

Feathered creatures freely soar...

So much grows easy to adore.

The pots are over-planted.

High above the ocean floor,

A current breaks upon a shore,

While foliage seems nigh to pour

In wilderness upon a moor.

And seen at night in heaven's door

A wishing star is granted.

For gleaming eyes who yearn, implore

The Earth leaves no excuse to snore.

Though shocks at times it has in store,

Beauty abounds beyond the gore.

It always leaves us wanting more.

...I stand here quite enchanted.